XXVI
Then full of griefe and anguish vehement,
He lowdly brayd, that like was never heard,
And from his wide devouring oven[°] sent
A flake of fire, that, flashing in his beard,
Him all amazd, and almost made affeard:
The scorching flame sore swinged all his face,
And through his armour all his body seard,
That he could not endure so cruell cace,
But thought his armes to leave, and helmet to unlace.